Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Stay a little longer,” she whispers into my ear.
“Alright, but then I’m going to watch as I slide out of you and clean you up. The night is still young. Gonna need you again, Genevieve.”
“Promise?” she asks.
“That’s a guarantee, sweetheart.” I place a kiss beneath the shell of her ear. A shiver rolls through her body, and her center pulls me in further. Damn, there’s no way we’ll be getting any sleep tonight, and I don’t give a fuck how tired I’ll be. She’s worth it. She’s worth everything.
TEN
GENEVIEVE
We slept in. Okay, I take that back. I slept in. Amos didn’t get up, though, either. Instead, he held me while I continued snoozing away. Really, it was his fault for waking me up through the night. Okay, now I’m being crazy. He woke me up once, but when a girl is used to getting a solid eight hours of sleep every single night, being awake in the middle of the night messes with you. Though, I’m not going to complain. Getting not only one but two orgasms out of the mix will make it worth it, every single time.
I must have been in a deep sleep because the next time I woke up, Amos’ arms weren’t wrapped around me and my legs weren’t tangled with his. I’m sure him making not one but two stops along the way isn’t his usual preferred way to travel, and he’s made so many concessions for me along the way already. I really do I owe him, a lot. When I reached across the bed, the sheets were cold to the touch, much like the room he keeps below freezing. Where Amos’ head should have been, there was a note in its place stating he went downstairs to grab a bite to eat, and he’d bring me some with him. Then to get ready if I wanted to hit a few of the shops before we head to Clay’s.
True to his word, when he came back, I wolfed down my food, we packed up the little bit of toiletries and clothes we brought with us, stowed them in the truck, and walked around town a little bit. I did more shopping than I thought possible in the couple of hours we were out and about. It also helped that the town square was quiet, so the noise of passersby was kept to a minimum while the shops were just opening for the day. I may not have come out and told Amos about how I hate loud noises and big crowds, but he seems to be able to read me relatively easily. My purchases consisted of a bracelet for Sienna, a shirt for my dad, and bowl that was locally hand blown. It has a Halloween type vibe with oranges and browns, the perfect edition for my entry table to drop my keys and loose change in.
Now we’re on the road after stopping at Clay’s, where Amos either lucked out and his friend felt generous, or he paid him a hefty bonus. The bison were already loaded in the trailer, so all Amos had to do was attach the fifth wheel. The two of them talked for a few minutes, and I waved from my spot in the front seat after rolling down the window. While I don’t know Clay and I’m not comfortable around him like I am with Amos, being friendly is sometimes a necessity.
We still have one more stop to make, which is where we’re headed now. Luckily, it’s on the way out of town and not too far off the beaten path.
“You’ve arrived at your destination,” the GPS says through the speakers.
“I didn’t even ask, but is there enough room for a pottery wheel in the trailer with the bison?” I ask as Amos comes to a complete stop outside of what looks like an art district.
“Yeah. I brought the bigger one for this reason. There’s a space in the back for it, but first, let’s see if this thing is worth the price Sienna claims it is.” He un-clicks his seatbelt, and I follow his lead. “Stay put. I’ll open your door, but you don’t have to go inside if you don’t want to.”
This man, I swear he’s the most protective person I’ve ever met. Which is saying something when you’re raised by a single dad and you had certain plans in place just in case. Of course, he had rules. Breaking them meant my ass was grass, and even though I’m hesitant with a lot in life, I’ve been known to get lost in what I’m doing and lose track of time. Hence, why I missed curfew more often than not. I wouldn’t be at parties or doing anything crazy. Usually, I’d be in the woods, lying on the ground, staring up at the sky. The trees would lightly sway, the clouds would shape into different forms, and there were times I’d stargaze.